Apesar de ser grave descobrir o Ali apenas aos 34 ou o Joseph Brodsky aos 36, nada é comparável à estupidez que é um palerma como eu ter de esperar 33 anos para mergulhar na obra do Terry Callier. Ordinary Joe, o tanas (ia escrever «o caralho», mas que se foda).

ORDINARY JOE (Terry Callier, 1972)

For my opening line
I might try to indicate my state of mind
Or turn you on
Or tell you that I’m laughing just to keep from crying
Pretty music, when you hear it
Keep on trying to get near it
A little rhythm for your spirit
But that’s what it’s for
C’mon in – here’s the door

I’ve seen a sparrow get high
And waste his time in the sky
He thinks it’s easy to fly
He’s just a little bit freer than I

Now, here’s a mystery
(And maybe you can help to make it clear to me)
When you’re fast asleep
Then what is that’s lighting’ up the dreams you see?
All of your tears can’t conceal it
All of your prayers may not reveal it
You got Soul so you can feel it
And when you make the scene
Then you’ll know what I mean

I’ve seen a sparrow get high
And waste his time in the sky
He thinks it’s easy to fly
He’s just a little bit freer than I

Down here on the ground
When your fine folks are giving you the runaround
Keep your game up up-tight
And if you must just take your secrets underground
Now, politicians try to speech you
Mad color watchers try to teach you
Very few will really try to reach you
If you’re lost in the stack
That’s ok – come on, black!

Now I’d be the last to deny
That I’m just an average guy
And don’t you know each little bird in the sky
Is just a little bit freer than I

Ordinary Joe,
Though all they say you’re just a lazy so and so
What they think is real
Is nothing but an animated puppet show

So don’t let time and space confuse you
Don’t let name and form abuse you
Let that Big Joe Williams blues you
In the light of the sun you can see how they run